I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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I aroused from a nap with these words, “We cry, too late.” Now we cry, but it is too late. Hell’s minions we loved to date. Crying “God is Good,” we ignored our fate Teaching all paths lead to Heaven’s … Continue reading